The frosted trees stood in muted gray-blue light before a brooding storm. The photograph is inadequate and I am unhappy with it – I must keep trying to make it faithful to what I saw. The frozen air was almost, but not quite, tangible – as if it were saturated with frost that floated in suspension somewhere between the seen and the unseen. Have you ever sensed there was something out there before you, just outside the realm of visibility, and if you looked intently enough it would appear and you could touch it? It was like that.